Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Beg Me and I’ll Satisfy You

"Hmph! Even if you don’t say it, I know you’re definitely serving women."

Yun Chan snorted coldly, but her voice gradually turned coquettish under Yang Cheng’s massage.

"But serving them and serving you is different. They’re guests, and you are my wife."

Yang Cheng spoke sweet words with ease.

"Smooth talker!"

Yun Chan snorted coldly, yet her heart was sweetened; she finally understood why girls in the village often giggled when they were in love.

Seeing her so happy, Yang Cheng’s hands moved gently, his warm hands sliding down her waistline, kneading her perky buttocks. They felt soft but resilient, making him reluctant to let go.

His fingers opened and closed, sliding down between her legs, fingers gently caressing the tender spot.

"Ah... Mm..."

Yun Chan couldn’t help but moan softly; she couldn’t believe she could make such alluring sounds, as if her bones were going to melt.

After a while of touching there, Yang Cheng raised his hand and began to caress her waist and hips again.

Yun Chan couldn’t hold back, feeling a burning desire, twisting her hips restlessly, though she was always reserved, hesitant to openly seek pleasure.

After massaging her waist and hips, Yang Cheng wrapped his arms around her slender waist, easily flipping her over to face him.

His large hand covered her round, soft breasts, palms slick with oil, sliding gently over them.

This tender touch made Yun Chan hum with comfort, her cheeks reddening, her eyes becoming misty.

Seeing how much she liked this touch, Yang Cheng let out a soft laugh and increased the pressure, his fingertips pinching the pink buds, drawing circles, stirring sensations of pleasure.

Yun Chan never knew a massage could be so enjoyable; the heat from his hands on her skin stirred waves of warmth, making her moan uncontrollably.

Hearing her ever-more-coquettish sounds, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but swallow hard, his breathing becoming rapid, and finally, he couldn’t resist anymore.

"Haven’t even finished the massage, and you’re already seducing me. See how I’ll handle you."

He gritted his teeth, uttering harsh words, somewhat roughly spreading her beautiful legs, revealing the exquisite scenery between them.

"I am not! It’s you lacking restraint."

Yun Chan chuckled softly, her appearance more enchanting than usual.

Looking at her alluring face, Yang Cheng couldn’t take it anymore, pressing his "weapon" at the valley’s entrance, gently sliding and grinding with a slight waist movement.

Then he leaned down, his nose filled with the light floral scent of her body, his lower body’s "dragon" growing more excited and swelling, soon making her tender spot overflow.

Yun Chan couldn’t suppress her gasping; under the influence of desire, her body became soft as water, her beautiful eyes filled with longing, looking at him, hoping he would quickly enter, ending this torturous suspense.

"Mm... Ah... I’m so uncomfortable, don’t grind anymore."

Her cheeks flushed rosy red, her voice soft, making Yang Cheng’s lower abdomen tighten.

"Beg me, and I’ll satisfy you."

He flashed a mischievous smile, squeezed her side waist, adjusted her hips’ position, thrusting his waist forward, entering with half the "dragon head."

"Mm..."

Yun Chan groaned, feeling the hardness and heat of the "dragon head," her body craving deeply, twisting her hips for more.

Yang Cheng stubbornly refused her desires, pinching her slender waist, controlling her movements, laughing, "Beg me, and I’ll give you."

"Woo... Yang Cheng... You’re a jerk!"

She was so anxious she almost cried, not understanding why her feelings were so intense.

Seeing her persist, Yang Cheng leaned down, mouth capturing her chest buds, tongue spinning on them.

This stimulation made Yun Chan feel another wave of sweet liquid from below, pushing his head hard, but he remained unmoved, his big hands teasing sensitive spots all over her.

Yang Cheng, highly interested, sucked her soft breasts, producing sucking sounds, leaving patches of redness on her fair skin.

Yun Chan’s body trembled slightly, feeling like her body was about to melt, finally speaking softly, "Please, Yang Cheng, give it to me."

"Call me what?"

"Husband, hurry, give it to me, I want it so much!"

Saying this, Yun Chan’s cheeks turned red as ripe peaches, wishing to find a hole to crawl into.

Yang Cheng smiled contentedly, immediately grasping his "weapon," thrusting his waist, forcefully entering that tender spot.

But the "dragon head" was too large; despite already opening up the valley entrance, it was stuck there.

Yun Chan moaned softly, her face showing satisfaction mixed with pain.

After a while of adaptation, he began thrusting again, the mighty "dragon" slowly submerging, the sensation of tightness causing Yang Cheng’s scalp to tingle with pleasure.

He had held back for so long, finally thrusting forcefully, reaching the deepest part.

"Ah... Ah... It hurts!"

Yun Chan cried out in pain, her Liu Mei eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful eyes leaking two tears.

Yang Cheng couldn’t concern himself too much, stopping only for a few seconds, beginning to crash into her within.

"Mm... Ah..."

Yun Chan’s throat emitted broken moans.

Each heavy thrust into her flower heart sent intense pleasure throughout her, replacing pain with rapid enjoyment.

Yang Cheng looked down, that tender spot stretched to the extreme, appearing pitiful but repeatedly releasing crystal clear nectar.

Staring for a while, the fire inside him blazed stronger; he quickened his thrusts.

"Ah! Yang Cheng... Too fast... So good!"

Yun Chan hugged his body tightly, spilling moaning sounds from her mouth.

She finally understood the taste of love between a man and a woman; no wonder brides after Enlightenment became as dazzlingly vibrant as blooming flowers.

In this ferocious whip’s lash, Yun Chan quickly ascended to the peak, her body trembling, spraying a gush of nectar.

Yang Cheng gave her no chance to catch her breath, flipping her over from the back and charging in fiercely.

Each heavy thrust echoed with fierce "pah-pah" sounds, as if trying to break her.

Yun Chan’s tender body trembled; even her arms against the bed were losing support.

"Chan’Er, run your Cultivation Technique now, leave the rest to me."

Yang Cheng leaned down, holding her slim waist, his waist still attacking fiercely but not with the previous expansive vigor, both bodies tightly pressed together.

Yun Chan’s voice was fragmented, pleading, "You... slow down, otherwise I can’t run the Cultivation Technique."

"Alright, I’ll slow down. You quickly release your True Qi; when we fuse our True Qi, the effect will be doubled, you might break through overnight."

Upon hearing this, Yun Chan’s heart rejoiced, enduring her body’s pleasure to run the Cultivation Technique, slowly emitting a light green True Qi from all over her.